I know it’s officially summer, even though the calendar doesn’t say that it is. You know how I know? I’ve told #2, about 15 times this morning (it’s not even 11 yet) to make up his mind if he’s going to stay in or out. He’s opened the back door, gone outside, come back in 2 minutes later a few too many times and it’s getting on my nerves.

Put that on the list of “Scary Things I Hear Myself Saying, That I Never Dreamed I’d Hear Myself Say” list.